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…people passing along cursed Suicidal tendencies…

…faulty tendencies circuits of immediacy or else rotating and recycling Here between people all electric currents creating currency running through us as much around surrounding everything in an electromagnetic pulse equipped by nature impulsive contemporaries searching for food in places where we shit rubbing together in fecal orgies of the unseen revolving decadent orbit those whose spell is broken in security every dream a nightmare lubricated by blood sweat and tears loose sobriety moderating behavior to function fully there still slightly distracted by our tendency to indulge everyone and everything to some degree or another justifying into realms of plausibility, symptoms of greater illness not to be dismissed recklessly courageously dangerous amidst rational thinkers searching for the spectacular sensational and amazing aspects of it as reflection of the natural world somehow baiting us into mental entrapment much to our chagrin grimacing when the pain becomes too powerful to hold steady maintaining appearances swiftly and dramatically melts away revealing the vulnerability responsible for childhood trauma taking control though simply saying it does not exist banishes its forces to shadow realms percolating to the surface under duress exciting imagination and perception occasionally confusing both properties Here seeking remedies whose results are assured, hope like dope craved and can become another drug as humans questing to induce it themselves propelled by conscious effort even if it borders upon the suicidal possibilities evident of harm repeated in cycles perhaps connected to feelings of self-esteem and value one sees in themselves occasioned along as the principles that by opinion alone become raised and consumed to epic heights tragically undervaluing the individual who views them are separate from legend those whom reach such ascension Here resistance fuels the god circuit sparking us all to life whether puppets or pets of the system in place properly directing… without rebellion can its form of domestication of people ever take shape being vivid vital factor once tamed in promoting complacency tormenting those aware enough to fathom the exactitudes extruded from this existence used to power the powers that be or die in sacrifice to how hard they are trying Here silence thrusting guilt forward after father knows best even if its just some uniform worn to deliver sermons cursing us to be these obnoxious creatures rancid lucidity all reinforcing needs to not piss away life while one has it able stable and ready to exchange pursuit for something worthwhile, if only oneself could be less self-defeating meeting others and making sense of shared trauma to find the voice that would allow speaking freely while Here alone though offended at the gratitude at lacking offspring or confident going anywhere one wishes but truly afraid of hard work and no payoff shattering the dreams that if realistic enough may come to pass through the currency of circuitry that wants to erase our past selling us on visions of the future without those meddling things holding us trapped on heathen earth always tired and scared of what pitiful travesty is next aligned, Here understanding we cannot know only try and cannot try only do and through this process learn for ourselves the experience whatever that is as it aligns with us personally even though rife with complex relationships motioning sickness towards others accidentally on purpose because we are unable to perceive what boundaries that run there enforced so we cannot intrude feeling awful to extents there are no words except the awkward phrasing left to repeat mistakes taken in by the wrong emotional lens too close to the crazy to make sense of anything properly without some kind of guiding humanity found…

thanks, khet_:/